The Works of Lord Byron, Including the Suppressed Poems: Also a Sketch of His LifeGrigg & Elliot, 1846 - 764 páginas |
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... hand , saying it was his subscription , and that be resolved to introduce himself , and accord - be most heartily wished her success . " But , " ingly went there a little before the usual hour , added he , " we are both young , and the ...
... hand , saying it was his subscription , and that be resolved to introduce himself , and accord - be most heartily wished her success . " But , " ingly went there a little before the usual hour , added he , " we are both young , and the ...
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... hands immediately , and , while they continued phrase of the art of poetry . Mr. Dallas prom- at the Lakes , were hand and glove , drank ised to superintend the publication of this piece as he had done that of the satire , and , bards ...
... hands immediately , and , while they continued phrase of the art of poetry . Mr. Dallas prom- at the Lakes , were hand and glove , drank ised to superintend the publication of this piece as he had done that of the satire , and , bards ...
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... hand , and was so fearless that it could not be driven away . Looking at the corpse , Lord Byron said : Why , that old black silk hand- kerchief retains its form better than that hu- man body ! ' Scarcely was the ceremony con- cluded ...
... hand , and was so fearless that it could not be driven away . Looking at the corpse , Lord Byron said : Why , that old black silk hand- kerchief retains its form better than that hu- man body ! ' Scarcely was the ceremony con- cluded ...
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... hand , Within a fortnight after Lord Byron's arrival , and blew the powder out of the pan . At this a burgher refusing to quarter some Suliotes , moment , Captain Sass , a Swede , seeing the who rudely demanded entrance into his house ...
... hand , Within a fortnight after Lord Byron's arrival , and blew the powder out of the pan . At this a burgher refusing to quarter some Suliotes , moment , Captain Sass , a Swede , seeing the who rudely demanded entrance into his house ...
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... hand was his interpreter , who was extracting the Turkish tyrant is remarkable for his ad- from the women a narrative of their suffer- herence to truth . The anecdote that follows , ings . One of them , apparently about thirty told by ...
... hand was his interpreter , who was extracting the Turkish tyrant is remarkable for his ad- from the women a narrative of their suffer- herence to truth . The anecdote that follows , ings . One of them , apparently about thirty told by ...
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Página 66 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 66 - And this is in the night. — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Página 84 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 61 - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire ; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
Página 133 - Bequeath'd by bleeding sire to son, Though baffled oft, is ever won. -; Bear witness, Greece, thy living page Attest it many a deathless age! While kings, in dusty darkness hid, Have left a nameless pyramid, Thy heroes, though the general doom...
Página 169 - O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows. On old -Egina's rock, and Idra's isle, The god of gladness sheds his parting smile ; O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine, Though there his altars are no more divine. Descending fast the mountain shadows kiss Thy glorious gulf...
Página 209 - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free.
Página 208 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar — for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn...
Página 84 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Página xxii - Farewell ! a word that must be, and hath been — A sound which makes us linger ; — yet — farewell ! Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell A single recollection, not in vain He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop-shell; Farewell ! with him alone may rest the pain, If such there were — with you, the moral of his strain.